Snow.

While wrapping her scarf around her neck at the foot of the door, with an enormous smile on her face, she turned to face him.

“You’re going to love the snow,” she predicted to him.

“Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure?” he teased.

Her face turned serious as she walked to where he was standing and took his hand.

“Seeing snow on the ground is like a reminder that tells you every day is a new beginning. New beginnings, new feats to conquer, new chances…But watching snow fall is more memorable, because that’s how the world tells you there’s always an end to the storm, a reason for the troubles, and an ending to justify all of your hardships. And you, my dear, desperately need to watch the snow fall.”

She kissed his cheek before dropping his hand and running outside.

He had every intention of going after her. And every intention of being with her, doing whatever he could to make her happy, of making her his.  

Because although snow was her new beginning, she was his.

via: AilysPeace